As one of the most important cities in the history of Muggle literature and art, this ancient city still retains many ancient Renaissance palaces, walls, towers and Gothic churches, and the rapid development of technology has breathed new life into the city.

Bologna is also a city with a strong industrial power, and its highly developed social welfare allows native Muggles living in the city to enjoy life to the fullest.

For an ordinary lunch, Amosta didn't choose a place to eat, but found a light restaurant on the side of the road in a retro street full of cultural heritage.

After a brief exchange, Amosta beckoned to the waiter,

"A portion of hair noodles, a portion of spiral flour, a portion of German sausage. Well, if you have chopsticks, please bring me a pair, thank you—"

The meticulous waiter with the brown beard looked at Amosta with some surprise, as a famous tourist city, Bologna does often entertain travelers from the East, but it is rare for an English with an authentic English accent to need chopsticks.

"Please wait a minute, sir--"

But the waiter did not question, but quickly noted the special needs of the guests and left in a hurry.

"Chopsticks?"

Louise uttered the word in a strange pronunciation, and even though the trainee reporter for the London Daily News, who knew what it was more knowledgeable than the average person, it was just a little strange why Amosta would make such a request.

"It's a great dining tool, and I'm more used to eating noodle-"

Amosta said lightly,

"When I was on a business trip to the East, I came across this kind of tableware—"

Louise pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

In normal times, Louise might talk to Amosta about the advantages and disadvantages of the 'chopsticks' used by the Orientals, but now, this is not a matter of much concern.

"The professor—"

Louise was just about to ask, but Amosta had already taken the initiative to inform,

"Feld Wittelsbach, whose name is unsurprising, has left the University of Bologna, in fact, not long after he left, the society to which Fraser belonged was dissolved, and it is very likely that Fraser left with him, of course, in order to avoid people's eyes, they did not necessarily go together."

"Wittelsbach?"

Louise was stunned,

"When I was in college, I took a surname study, and it seemed to be--"

"Some old aristocratic surname—"

Amosta nodded,

"But it's hard not to doubt the authenticity of the name, in fact--"

Amosta's hand reached into his pocket and pulled out a photograph and placed it on the table.

The photograph shows a man with short, curly brown hair, two gray beards much more delicate than the waiter who had just entertained him, and his wide-faced, black-framed square-rimmed glasses with gold wire added to the wisdom and elegance in the professor's eyes, and he did look like a scholar who was proficient in research.

Picking up the photo and placing it in front of her, Louise frowned slightly.

Not because she feels familiar with the person in the photo, but, this photo. It is not a photograph of life taken by a camera, as is customary for people, but it seems to have been painted with a masterful sketching technique, and then coloring and some special techniques to produce the photograph.

She told Amosta about her guess, and Amosta just nodded calmly,

"Actually, during the years that Field Wittelsbach was teaching at the University of Bologna, he did not leave a single photograph, and the photograph you see is a hand-drawn photograph of a former colleague and student when he was wanted by the policeman. As with the name he left behind, I am equally skeptical about the authenticity of this face--"

Louise's eyes widened suddenly, she didn't quite understand everything Amosta said, but she immediately grasped the point of the matter.

"Wanted?!"

"Oh, the police aren't as useless as you think they are, Louise--"

Amosta smiled,

After Wittelsbach left Bologna, the Magical Research Society he had initiated was quickly dissolved, with the exception of Frazé. As you told me, some of the members of the community have suffered misfortunes one after another, and the police investigating this matter will not be naïve enough to assume that it was just a simple accident, and that Field Vettelsbach is the first suspect--"

"Did they find him?"

Louise blurted out, and before Amosta could answer, she realized that she had asked a very stupid question.

Sure enough, Amosta shook his head,

"The police made some attempts, they tried to find out where Vettelsbach had gone after leaving Bologna, but to no avail, and the identity he used had no record of buying air, train or bus, as if he had left the country on foot."

Of course it couldn't be, Vettelsbach was a wizard for sure, and Muggles certainly couldn't find a way for him to leave Italy.

Even on the Italian Ministry of Magic, the chances of having a record are very slim.

Therefore, Amosta and Kingsley did not go there to investigate, after all, he entered the country illegally, if the Italian Ministry of Magic knew that Amosta Blaine sneaked into the territory without saying a word and with unknown intentions, then the Italian Ministry of Magic did not have a wizard who could control it to 'politely' invite Amosta to leave, it would be a strange thing.

"I don't understand--"

Louise bit her lip, looking confused,

"If this Wittelsbach didn't want to expose the secrets of the existence of his evil society, he let most of them go, didn't he?"

The pace of service in the restaurant was satisfactory, and the departing waiters presented their food and brought the chopsticks that Amosta had requested.

The conversation was interrupted for a moment, and the two men each dealt with their own food, Louise peeked at the man sitting across from her, Amosta, who was skillful in using chopsticks, and his posture was impeccable, as if he were a nobleman who had been trained in dining etiquette since childhood, and even the young girls sitting at several tables next to him frequently looked back and secretly talked about the English gentleman.

Unconsciously, Louise remembered the ridiculous decisions made last night, her cheeks were slightly hot, and she was very grateful to Amosta for not mentioning last night's events again, but after thinking about it, there was a hint of grief in her eyes.

Is my charisma really so bad?!

Louise was indignant as she sliced the sausage.

"This society isn't as simple as you think, Louise--"

Ten minutes later, Amosta put down his chopsticks and picked up a napkin to wipe the corners of his mouth. After taking a sip of lemonade from his blue glass, he said, unaware of the peeps of the other guests around him, Louise's unnatural eyes, and the chaotic thoughts in his head.

"--The student body that seems to be organized only by interests and hobbies actually has a strict internal organizational structure--"

Amosta propped his elbows on the table, his fingers interlaced into fists under his chin, and used words to organize his thoughts,

"According to my investigation with Kingsley in the morning. The man at the top of this student society was undoubtedly Feld Wittelsbach, who had some real witches around him. I mean, the followers he trusts are not students, but underneath them are students who, like Fraser, might have a talent for research in Wittelsbach's eyes. These three levels can be considered the core of the organization, while the people on the periphery can only be regarded as hobbyists. So, they survived. ”

"Gifted in research"

Louise pursed her lips, the clutter of thoughts in her mind died down, but she didn't expect that it was his talent that put Fraser in prison and ultimately died.

"Mr. Blaine—"

While Louise was immersed in grief, and Amosta was making her next course of action through the information she knew, a serious-faced Kingsley strode across from the restaurant, in an alley where no one was paying attention.

"Some new discoveries, maybe you'll be interested in--"

(End of chapter)